The tiniest details are always so interesting . . . the lens here is an old one, probably from the 70s. Â It is an Elicar manual focus macro lens, which can do a 1:1. Â I think it is very similar to the Nikon 55mm macro. Â It has a great feel to it, and the beauty of this lens is its diversity – use it like a standard 50-55mm or use it as a macro. Â One of my favorites!
Where I live, there are few places that are damp or lush. Â Here, in the undergrowth of the riparian woodland, alongside a creek (or nearby to avoid the poison oak) these tiny flowers grow, only to fade away as summer approaches.
A riparian zone or area is the interface between land and a river or stream, per Wikipedia. Â In California, it is a woodland which is rich in biodiversity, with trees, shrubs, and ferns, along with an abundance of wildlife, such as birds, squirrel, and deer. Â The creeks they are near sometimes run dry in the summer. Â The woodlands are a cool retreat from hot summers, but can be burned to a crisp in a severe wildfire. Â For me, they are a bit of heaven – a space away from the subdivisions and roads of settled California.
How we wait for rain, watch the clouds, hope for a trickle to end the tireless cycle of drought.
A field of yellow up the hillside . . .
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